The car came to a sudden stop ,a bump, Damn I hit someone ,I stop the car and got out, there
was a body, a body of a young teenager around eleven laying there,others saw what happened I was in court but it didn't take long.
As I say in my cell waiting voices I started to
hear,seemingly the voice of the teenager I hit
he came back for me .I got up and yelled for the guard no one came but I heard footsteps,his .I had turned there he was his clothes torn after I had run over him .My mind was slowly losing it,it
was seeing blood on my cell room walls to I felt chill in the air .He came closer and closer .I'd closed my eyes hoping he would go away the chill was still there,like outside on a cold winter night .I yell for the guard,no one came,someone help me .end .
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
